Alchemisland

Beware of the dog sign in late July

When the fertile Nile is rising

Climbing up a duned horizon

Effluvial waters grey and brown as are found brackish in old outhouses

Leaving departure arrival a wake alluvial

He has flown with his wounds from his tomb

Three days entombed, he arises to bloom

Osiris in youth, housed by a tamarisk womb

Birds outshouting, the silvered pools grand as fountains

Return of pharaoh’s black lands

Into renewal water dipping rilled hands, plunging them

Expunging and ensoaping them, dragging them dripping to its lip

Letting mixture fill the cup of your grip, ferrying it to waiting lips

Head dips to take it, lips red as a costume shop Satan sated

All around in every circle mote spirals which behind all creation

Forthcoming oven heat, sprouting heads of spring onions kingly

Enough esculent roots to accommodate a large luncheon, berries in bunches

Black and blue and red and green, all the hues of old punches

Washing his hands a last time, in aspect at that time like a Pontius

Pilate there kneeling in the high place, amongst hyacinths, byword

For heaven that instant, instinct upward which all things living avow

In deed and inkling, loud proclaiming shouting upward escalating

Cup of lustral enervating I seek its grail energy, laying on antient ley

Lines, divine astralline, unkindness of ravens taking pearls from swine

How fine they look, coruscating in their byre, gladhanding haram

Here by rocks, entranced by holy ground, mockery of the whole

Diminutive in contrast, the minute and the everlasting, rocks blasted

In glacial days, bays and inlets sculpted exactly that way

By a hand which bravely came

Solid wrist emerging from a hem that’s frayed

He is waylaid only by the furtherment of his mind’s wonder, often pondering

Long on wandering, a thing long lasting languishing atop a pond

A frond which recalls the flanks of dinosaurs, between rocks, Turok.